Where Is Sam?

Well, Sam is at home on her couch, waiting for a piano to arrive. A piano? How odd! Yes, dear readers my life has become overwhelmed with surreal events such as piano deliveries. To those of you that own pianos, this may be a commonplace event. However, I do not play the piano. I did not seek a piano. I wasn't even asked if I WANT a piano. And yet, it comes. Luckily, Chicken wanted a piano. However, several weeks of piano lessons does not warrant the possession of an actual PIANO in my book. It is not as if we are renting a small instrument, such as a lute. We are going to OWN a fucking piano any minute now. Which is why I am not hard at work, teaching the masses the virtues of saving money.

At this point some of you may think that I am being snotty and silly. To own a piano is a good thing, and the wonder of achieving piano ownership for FREE! However, to those of you in this frame of mind, ask yourself one question: "Where would YOU put a piano?" Oh, and ask yourself another question: "How would you like to hear an avid 9 year-old pounding away at such a delicious object after THREE lessons?" I shall be indulging in quite a few downers in the coming days/weeks/months. Which will either mean blogging goodness because I won't have the initiative to do such mundane activities as bath and eat. Or blogging badness because I won't care how shitty my posts are becoming.

Speaking of blogging, and the frequency of posts. I have read in multiple places that "good blogging demands daily posting". Who the fuck thought this up? I could understand "a good relationship demands daily sex". Actually, no. That would fall under the same category as daily blogging. If you're not in the mood, forcing an activity results in mediocre product. Whether you are writing or sexing or doing your job. If you enjoy what you are doing, and relish the time spent, the activity will be fruitful. Of course, you could still suck at writing and sex. But you would have a good time and that is all that matters.

And just because I care so much about my dear readers, I leave you with a picture of Fred.